It all started when my daughter said, ‘Hey dad, let’s talk Armenian’. ‘Armenian’, I said, ‘OK, let’s start’ Yet, the only Armenian word came to my mind is; ‘Gen-ta-na-pa-na-gan Ba-r-deeeeez’. Don’t ask me why? May be it’s a word sprung out from my childhood. I always loved that that word and regardless how long it was- I pronounced it with my lungs filled with joy and liveliness. But, now it’s all about the ‘ZOO’....
Tell me something. Do you like the fall? Do you like the fall when the trees exhale haze and hues? The trees change their dress. Begin to undress. It’s time to be naked. Naked with the sun. The yellow sun. The pink sun and the violet. As a breeze passes through the arms of hefty trees. A leaf. A lonely leaf. Drops gently off a twig. This is the time for separation....
On the train, A lady reads- Short story. In gratitude for cleaning his cage My dog- Invites me in. Yellow roses, In Clay vase- Wait. Winter storm Traffic jam ‘Come to Florida’. Claims the billboard. After long time searching For a peaceful place, my cat- Rests on the loudspeaker. Her brasserie Hung on the wash rope- Lone summer. Autumn leaves Greet me from under my Knees Silent snow Silent mosquitoes Tea....
One Your face is the autumn light shining Through leaves hung by frozen Branches on the early harvest time Wetness of your lips reflect sunlight Gleaming on the horizon yellow Purple clouds laugh while their hems drop- The early rains of morning flood Two She lies down next to me and I see Her cloud blossom breasts Tinkle by the breeze blowing Across the sheets. Then I walk down the staircase Of her marble ribs and find a meadow Shadows extend towards east… It will rain soon....
Sipping tea at Le Cafe See bamboo chairs Reflect sorrows of afternoon, Dust bursts off my tongue Songs of bygone Sheepish glance at shady glass. Then, for the fourth time I observe the clock- Have a date with the Mountain Will he come by? Trumpet blasts at crow’s tune Air is intense- spit and angst Blow the throats of Disguised pawns Breasts sigh as girls Slide at sideways tide Stains surface on my white tie A frog mourns a lost lagoon- Have a date with the Mountain Will he come by?...